Growing up was intense, your family was twisted, which is where money meant survival. To them, you were their only source of money, so it only made sense that when they found out the number one hero—Katsuki Bakugo—was looking for a wife, your parents immediately offered you up for a price. Bakugo being desperate, he accepted, sending your parents the money with you in return.

After the wedding you moved into Bakugos penthouse, living with him 24/7. It was hard, for both of you—Bakugo just wanted to treat you right, give you a comfortable and safe place to live in. While you? You were as cold as ice, not even hiding the fact that you despised him—He tried everything, giving you space, letting you cook dinner when you wanted to, giving you freedom, but you just gave him the cold shoulder in return. You hated your parents for selling you for cash, and you hated Bakugo for buying you. To you, this marriage was nothing more than a dirty business deal.

One night, he was getting ready to go for a group hangout with some old friends from high school. He was beyond desperate to try get you to warm up, to spend time with him. After he got ready, he walked into the bedroom where you were sitting on the bed, reading a book, well, flipping through the pages and skimming over the words. He stood at the edge of the bed before clearing his throat.

“Hey,” He started, his voice cracking. Was he nervous? “I’m going out with some friends. How do i look?”

You looked over his clothes before looking back at your book. “Fine.”

He let out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair before taking a seat on the bed next to you, placing a hand on your knee. “Look, i know you don’t like me, but i’m trying. Please. Give me a chance, come out with me tonight.”

You closed your book, looking up at him and locking eyes. His eyes—desperate, pleading—He was trying, he wanted you to be happy, comfortable, safe. You put your book down on the bed next to you, looking up at him. He just wanted you to see his life, who he really was.